The Urban Existentialist

And so begins a new blog; a new outlet. I’ve been relatively absent from the world of social networking for the past year and a half or so. Once an avid writer and composer, I now attempt to ease my way back into this congested virtual landscape.

The Explorer

Original Poetry - "There was a whisper of despondency betwixt my heart and lungs. I called for peace and understanding when I thought I would find none. My silent tearful screams of drunken pain rang louder than my art"

Christmas Day In the City

Christmas time is my absolute favorite time of the year. As kids, we spent Christmas Eve night bedded down on the floor, eyes fixed upon the faint glimmer of light and shadows seeping through the crack beneath the bedroom door, and ear pressed against the warm hard wood in (almost) silent anticipation of any vestige of the arrival of dear St. Nick (or at least I did).

I am Immortal. I am Eternal. I am Everlasting

Original Poetry - "I am immortal. I am everlasting. I am eternal. When the cruel damnation of a barbarous existence beats with iron fists upon my door, I AM UNWAVERING. When the knavish fingers of temptation's imploring hand reach out toward my reestablished calm, I AM FIRM. When the rigors and asperities of a squandered domain bid me doth arrive, I AM RESOLUTE. When the drunken cries of an addlebrained generation resound with charm and temporary resplendency, I AM UNDAUNTED."

Hello Chief - Pantry Ants Album Review

I'm sitting outside on a muggy Beaumont evening, laptop alive and buzzing on an aged wooded picnic table along Westgate Drive. In the distance I can hear cars streaking down Dowlen splashing tiny puddles of water onto the grassy curb. The smoke from a Marlboro Smooth 100 drifting from my hand does little to scatter the swarm of tiny mosquitos circling around my head. The bright LED glow of my computer screen is simply too inviting, and I've given up all hope of sharing this evening alone. As I scroll through my iTunes playlist searching for the perfect compliment to my reanimated morning coffee, the playful album art of a certain local favorite catches my eye as it has so many times before.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I am Immortal. I am everlasting. I am eternal.


I am immortal. I am everlasting. I am eternal.

When the cruel damnation of a barbarous existence beats with iron fists upon my door, I AM UNWAVERING.

When the knavish fingers of temptation's imploring hand reach out toward my reestablished calm, I AM FIRM.

When the rigors and asperities of a squandered domain bid me doth arrive, I AM RESOLUTE.

When the drunken cries of an addlebrained generation resound with charm and temporary resplendency, I AM UNDAUNTED.

Of cretins and fools I am a foreigner.
Of villains and dastards I am an alien.
Of liars and thieves I am an outlander.
Of scoundrels and perverts I am a stranger.

When the mighty reach of redeeming love tenderly raps upon my door, I AM ADMISSIVE.

When the benevolent hymns of a forgiven guild echo throughout all creation, I AM RECEPTIVE.

When amorous interest creeps timidly, tenderly into my sight and within my reach, I AM CAUTIOUS.

When true and unshakable love glides in implicit beauty down a road less traveled, I'LL BE READY.

Of decivers and scoundrels I am a foreigner.
Of jesters and jackals I am an alien.
Of deviants and tricksters I am an outlander.
Of cheaters and prevaricators I am a stranger.

I am immortal. I am everlasting. I am eternal.

In these, I am forever.